Unlucky Beyond Measure!

Bang!

A dazzling sword light swept out. In an instant, two storms raged across the sky. Literary aura mixed with terrifying sword intent, directly sharpening that Buddhist seal, while swiftly suppressing every stray ripple wreaking havoc nearby. The attack that had been enough to grievously wound Shu Lichuo vanished into nothingness.

Seeing the sudden attack erased, everyone present heaved a sigh of relief. An attack had shattered space, only to encounter those terrifying ruins drifting within the river of time and space.

It was not that such odds did not exist—cultivators of the entire Upperstream might go their whole lives without even hearing of it—but such a scene was now plainly unfolding before their eyes, on top of the heavenly lightning that had suddenly run rampant earlier.

Events with virtually no chance of happening had somehow converged all at once.

"Are you all right...?"

As the attack dissipated, a man in a scholar's robe, sword in hand, stood before Shu Lichuo. He looked gentle and refined, sword intent and literary aura circling about him. He seemed about to step forward and support Shu Lichuo, but appeared to remember something and stopped where he was.

When they saw the man, many people in the plaza froze, then exchanged looks. Though they wanted to conceal the shock in their hearts, his appearance had stunned them beyond measure.

"The Scholar Sword Immortal, Lu Chuan? Why is this guy here?"

Qi Yan and Qi Sinian cried out in shock.

This fair-faced Sword Immortal, so gentle and refined in appearance, was quite renowned in the Northern Frontier.

At such a young age, he had already reached the Integrated Body Peak Stage. With his sword intent and literary aura, coupled with his handsome features, he could have founded his own sect wherever he went.

Yet the